A/N: Sorry for not updating in awhile! Thanks for the comments. And
xoRaining Diamondsox thanks for the advice on the paragraphs. Didn't know people got confused by that. Anyways, thanks again!
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Photographs. Photos. Images taken to stop time. Images taken in order to hold on to the past. Images that are special. Images that are funny, spiritual, romantic. Images of places and people that no longer exist. Images are there to keep you sane with remembrance. Then again, they're there to drive you insane with a need to have what is never coming back. No one knows the power of an image, a memory. No one. I have an image written on my heart. It's me. It's my makers. And it's something I'm never going to get back. You could call it remembrance, sadness, despair, but in my eyes it's simply lust.
Riku Wakayama his name was. But in his eyes he was merely Riku, The God of all Gods. He was vain, tricky, a player, and down right smooth. He knew how to get what he wanted when he wanted it.
Riku was a rich teen, spoiled since day one on this planet. His father a doctor, his mother a lawyer, and Riku a slob. He had no siblings, well, that is if you didn't count his foster brother. His beloved, beautifully ugly, hated little foster brother. He was the one thing that ruined Riku's almost perfect life. He hated having to go places as a family and having to tug the little sack of lard around with him. He wanted to be the star of the show. Always. Though only positive effect of having his foster brother get all the attention was because it was negative. His foster brother was hated, plain and simple. Riku hated him, Riku's father hated him, His mother too; so why keep him around? Who the heck knows.
Nobody at school knew the boy was his foster brother. He kept that a well hidden secret, a secret he meant to keep until he graduated.
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"Riku!" An annoying voice yelled interrupted the silver haired teen's thoughts.
"What?" He answered, lifting his head up from his arms.
"Look who's getting beat up, yah?" One of his friends, Wakka, said pointing one of his fries in the direction of a gathering crowd.
Riku looked over and grinned. Ah, his arch-rival. Goth boy. The one and only goth in the school.
"It's about time someone mess him up. Nobody's picked on him since yesterday morning." He stated watching the little event take place.
"No duh, yah. Hope they don't get caught this time." Wakka said. Throwing a couple of fries at one of cheerleaders near their table. The girl squealed and started yelling angrily. Wakka laughed and stuffed his face full of fries, waiting for Riku's answer.
"If they do, I'm gonna stick up for 'em. Somebody has to put that punk in his place." Riku said laughing slightly at the cheerleaders.
Oh yeah. Somebody had to put that punk in his place; but he wanted to be the one to do it. He'd let them have their fun, but ultimately, the boy's pride was his.
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"Selphie….Selphie….Selphie!" Kairi yelled trying to get her friend's attention.
"Huh!? What?! Where?!" Selphie yelled, snapping out of her daydream of Riku and Her eating strawberries and whipped cream together. It was lovely, and she couldn't help but be furious at Kairi for interrupting her.
"Whadaya want Kairi, I was having a good daydream!" Selphie yelled angrily, stuffing her mouth full of gum. Kairi gulped, nervously. Selphie had just pushed a whole role of bubble tape into her mouth and was now chomping on it like a cow.
"Um, shouldn't we do something about that?" She said quietly, taking her eyes away from Selphie and pointing towards the scene that was quickly getting very brutal.
"Do something? Why'd we go and do a crazy thing like that?" Selphie said a little bit too loudly, causing some heads to turn in annoyance.
"Why? That guys getting beat up for goodness sakes! That's horrible." Kairi said a little enraged at the fact that nobody would help the kid out. It appeared to her that the kid had no friends, or if he did, none of them cared about him enough to stick up for him.
"Well then why don't you go stop it?" Selphie asked, actually showing some seriousness for a second.
"I-I….don't…think I can. I'm shy…that's all." Kairi whispered saying her usually phrase with a grimace. She couldn't believe herself. Always expecting someone else to stop or start stuff. Why didn't she just go up there and stop it? Why was she always in the background wishing for a change but not strong enough to make it happen? It was always like this, and Kairi felt guilty. Dead guilty.
"The point." Selphie stated matter-of-factly. "Now, are you going to eat those fries or what?" She asked taking one from Kairi's plate.
Kairi smiled trying to look natural and told her she could have the rest, she wasn't hungry anymore. All she could do was nod and say yes or no when Selphie talked to her; all the while watching the dreadful scene a few yards away.
RING!
A large sigh from every one of the kids in the lunchroom was heard when the lunch bell rang as the signal for the end of lunch. It was time to head back to the dreary classes, the strict and or stupid teachers, and loads of awaiting homework.
"So Kairi, what's your next class?" Selphie said grabbing her stuff and heading towards the exit.
"Biology, you?" Kairi answered also grabbing her stuff. She really didn't want to be late in getting to her next class so she sped a little bit ahead of Selphie.
"Chemistry. Yuck." Selphie said spitting her gum into a nearby trashcan. Kairi gulped. Selphie sure did look like a horse when she chewed gum. She even spit like one.
"Guess I'll see you around Selphie." Kairi said waving at her new friend as she walked into the hallway heading towards her Biology Lab. Kairi's thoughts where overrun with feelings of pity and sadness towards the goth kid in the other room. Her heart hurt for him and it was starting to bother her. She quickly erased the boy from her thoughts as she entered her next classroom. But they weren't gone for long.
The final bell rang as the teacher walked into the room and sat in her chair. She was friendly looking, young, and attractive. She had a nice smile and seemed to be well liked as a couple of whistles where heard around the room when she walked in. She walked up to Kairi quickly and introduced herself.
"Hello, my name is Tifa. You must be Kairi right?" The woman said smiling widely.
"Yes, that's me." Kairi answered smiling back as she pulled out her Biology lab book and a notebook.
"Good. I'm glad to have you here. I hope you'll enjoy my class." Tifa said, smiling once again before walking back to the front of the class.
"Ok class-" She started, but was interrupted when someone walked quietly into the room.
It was no one but the goth kid. Kairi gulped and looked at her desk. Guilt swam to heart again after seeing the bruises that were scattered over the boys face, the black eye, and the weird way he was holding his left arm as if it were broken; it probably was.
"Oh my god! Sora are you alright!?" Tifa yelled rushing over to the teen. She placed her hand on his shoulder as if for comfort only to have it be brushed away slightly.
"I'm fine, Tifa. Don't send me to the nurse." Kairi could barely make out. The boy's voice was soft and sounded like it was weighed down in sorrow. She just realized that the boy hadn't said his name in art class for some strange reason.
"Ok, just be careful ok…?" Tifa said still looking worried and angered.
"Whatever." Was the reply as Sora walked quickly but silently to the back of the room. Everyone in the room had gotten quiet when the chocolate haired boy had walked through the door, but now the voices picked up as the boy was once again ignored and placed out of the minds of the whole class except for Kairi.
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Kairi couldn't make out the boy. "Sora….a name that means blue sky….He is nothing like the blue sky." Kairi thought quietly to herself. He was like a rain cloud in the middle of the bright blue sky. He didn't fit in, and he cried rain that none of the normal clouds cared about. He was the rain everyone ignored and the rain everyone hated for ruining their sunny days. He was so different, but yet he was the same.
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Photos. They're like that. They make your mind think strange things. Make you go crazy with want. Like my lust for my past. I want it so bad I'm crazy. Or insane as they put it. I'm a freak who lives by the darks images; they're the only ones that aren't snapped in time. The dark is always there. Never to disappear. Because without the dark we would all die. Nobody can stand the light for too long. Everyone needs a time to hide. Hide their sorrows, pain, anger, guilt. Their sin. That's what the dark is for. It gives peace to the restless. And hope for the damned. That's my image. My saying. I live by those words, so that whenever the light gets to be too much, I'll always have the dark to turn to. My shady image. My lust.